So one thing that super duper sucks about my program is that they occasionally and sporadically have ‘workshops’ on the weekends, all day, 9 am until 5 pm… even longer than regular school hours, and it’s the worst.
This weekend was one such weekend. I was, as we say in Newfoundland, rotted. If you are unfamiliar with Newfoundland vernacular, I’ll just leave it to your imagination.
It was also my friend Molly’s birthday and National Empanada Day. The groovy Peruvian restaurant that we were going to go to that evening for Birthday celebrations and empanadas couldn’t accommodate 7 people so that was the end of that idea.
I had to settle with merely celebrating National Draw a Picture of a Bird Day, which was this day as well. This worked out great because in my workshop I had to do a visual response to a video we watched.
Knowing my ‘backstory’, the instructor had taken great care in making sure I wasn’t going to be triggered by the video content. She had called me the evening before to check in and even let me take Duncan to class as support.
The video was about a group of women diagnosed with terminal cancer. Fun fact: they are all alive and well at the moment (the video was shot some time ago).
I wasn’t triggered whatsoever. My sister was never diagnosed with terminal cancer. We were lied to the entire process and had no idea what was going on. The doctors were still trying to sort it all out when she died. My sister wasn’t a person ‘living with cancer’ or facing cancer the way these (strong wonderful ) women were. She was diagnosed on a Tuesday evening and died that Friday afternoon. These women are all still around. They got to live. It really wasn’t very similar at all.
When it was over, I drew this bird in response. I really like looking at an image of whatever it is I’m trying to create. I really couldn’t think what a bird looked like off the top of my head and when left to my own devices.
This is what I came up with. It’s ok but that’s all I had time for. I had to run all over the city looking for vanilla cake before dinner at the alternate restaurant. It was rush rush rush then gobble gobble gobble then crash in bed and facing another entire day of school on Sunday – the worst.